Author's Note;
Smiles; Sup everyone yeah I know it took me a while. But I finally know where this story is going. So lets see who left me a review. Anon; I'm being serious here when I say damn! Dude sorry to say I skimmed through most of these five long ass reviews. And still didn't find a comment about my story. So yeah next time trying condensing its way easier. Ky Karno; I thought I heard someone already starting one for me. But yeah thanks for the comments. Now all of you stop yapping and DANCE FOR MY AMUSEMENT!
New Europe Pascal's View
Walking through the catacombs of this once beautiful place is sometime. I am to make my way to the outer rims of New Russia to kill a group of gorilla fighters. Its former government had extended the original borders of the country. But these fighters have been receiving armaments from somewhere here in the old ruins. I had heard from many books that this tombs once rain with streams of blood. The scents were so strong that even my kind would stalk the nights for a fresh meal.
I haven't met any of my kind. But I have heard from Ms. Ximena of a man called Batman. He's still alive held on a secret substation on the moon. I heard heads rolled when they found out his identity. Last I heard he was someone rich. As I keep walking I can hear the rustling of metal pieces and large crates. I can also smell the underlining fear of a few people.
Placing my hand to the ground I sink into the shadows. Following the sounds through the shadow stream I find the arms dealer. He's once of the lieutenants of the villains that keeps making guns, drugs, and black market deals. The small black and gray tattoo of a penguin on his shoulder tells me who he works for. Like all of these villains they want everyone to know them. They want to leave their mark of this crazy world. I once heard a scientist hum a tone while repeating the worlds 'mad world.'
Cracking my neck I drop from the ceiling using both legs to cushion my falling. Well I'm falling I time and use the skulls of two guards to land softly. Feeling the soft tissue expand under my boots. To then allow the inner tissue and bones to erupt outward. It's like I'm reading a brilliant horror novel from my childhood. Standing straight I chuckle seeing everyone grab a weapon.
With all barrels on me I speck to all. "I'm taking this weapons and two things will come of our fight for them. One you will all die and two the halls of these wonderful catacombs will flow with your blood once more. It'll be poetic and your miserable death will be worth something. Run if you'd like for once you fire... you'll be screaming in horror and pain."
With my words end several of them open fire. Handguns, revolvers, machineguns, and almost all small arms hit me. My torso jerks in every which way. I even feel a few strikes to my face and jaw. Along with a few hitting my legs and pelvis. As the bullets march end I look down. My blood liquid silver in color drips to the floor. Sighing I take a breath slowly lifting my head as I feel my wounds stop bleeding. As well to fell slowly each round still inside of me travels free of the holes.
With the small metal patter of each bullet the thugs look at me in horror. I grin end-to-end flashing my fangs. I say, "Every hollow evening I ask if my next kill can make me feel alive? But you weaklings use such useless tools to kill. There is no joy in killing a foe with a firearm. But I will agree it's nice to see a body fall into a heap of rotting flesh from these small metal objects.
"They've quoted these as 'that the gods made us, humans have made us equals, but being monsters make us sane." Pulling both revolvers I open fire. With each shadow bullet that leaves the barrels I make sure they splinter inside of whom ever they hit. Why you ask? So that the blood can get everywhere. And so that the halls can sing with there empty screams.
Two thugs rush me trying to disarm me. But I open my mouth to have sharp shards of shadow glass fly from my mouth. To most glass hardly cuts. It's so brittle that it would cut the person using it too. Well I should say most glass, masters of the craft of glassware would know their stuff. But as my shadow glass shards sink into their victim's sink they melt. Each jagged entry wound turns into small volcano's boiling down to their bones and inner workings.
They try desperately to pull the shards. But their screams and panicked struggling makes it too hard for them. Jerking and franticly crying at the pain I smirk. The screams, the blood, the smell of death in so many different ways. All these things are what my kind praise about mortality. Looking around I see that none are standing. But one is trying to run. Kicking a crate with ease I pin him to a pillar in the room.
Raising my revolver I growl at him eyeing him over. He turns his eyes pathetic as the rest. Like all cowards he starts to barter and beg. Leaning closer I tell him the truth as I aim my gun to his temple. "I don't care for you life fool. My job is to kill how I like. And as I said earlier your blood will make these halls oh so beautiful. Even if the blood comes from cowards." Pressing my revolver directly to his flesh I fired.
Seeing the very bone tear from his skin as his fresh flees from the creeping shadows of my round. It's all so poetic. Opening my bag I use my shadows to drag the crates and other useful items into my bag. But these filthy drugs and grotesque fliers I'm burning them with a fire shadow round. Picking up the bodies with my shadow hands I have them carried to different places in to catacombs. Making sure a nice trail is left to follow back to this room.
Sure I won't be visiting again for some time. But I will come back to see if the smell is just as intoxicating as my kind says. I read from an old journal of a familiar that his master loved the decaying smell of flesh. His master said it's a perfect smell to make you crave sex. Reading on I found that the master of the male familiar was so interacted by the smell that he bent and sexually dominated his younger half for three hours. I have never craved sex before. But I wonder if it'll help me feel alive?
Walking out into the noon sunlight my shadows protest me as I walk in the daylight. But with this outfit on my skin will remain untouched by the suns rays. I found out the sunlight can't kill me. But from prolonged exposure it will cause me to weaken even suffer so odd side affects. Whatever the cause I don't have to worry. For now I must travel to Egypt. The government leader has asked for my presences. And from here it'll only take me two weeks to get there. But I've heard of the exotic tales that come from the sand filled country. They say the women there are know for few things.
One they can hypnotize you with their dancing. And they can never reveal their skin to men. Walking across the shifting sands is no easy thing. I've had to stop a few times from the heat alone. I don't thirst or hunger for things like most would. I don't often drink blood plasma seeing that it leaves an odd taste in my mouth. Rubbing my neck I lift my mask its been sticking to my face in this heat. Slowly my little death lily shimmers inside of my hat. Lifting it up I take it from on top of my head. The small pot I put her into still as dazzling and ornate as when I found it.
My little death always shimmers when she needs to be feed. These rare planets only feast on a few things. On that I have an abundance of is Drip. It's what you come across when you let the blood of a feral or rotting human corpse mix with flesh tree sap or fungus extract. Dipping my finger into the cup of Drip I then sink my finger into the black soil of my little death's pot.
Slowly I feel her roots wrap my finger. Drinking up every drop of Drip she can handle. I like to think my little death is a her. Seeing as I don't know for sure what gender my little death is. Repeating her feeding two more times I rest her on my lap. Looking out from the small cave at the traveling sands I smile down to my little death. "Soon lily we'll have our home somewhere nice and dark. And high so you can hide in the soft clouds. Wouldn't you like that my little death?"
Feeling lily shimmer to my tale I smile down to her. Rubbing two fingers along her steam I wait for the storm to stop. Soon I'll carve a home in tribute to my family and my kind. In the past humans and their super beings alike feared the monsters that hid in the dark. The darkness the shadows of the night are my allies. And soon I will carve my blood-coated path into history. And all will fear the dark once again.
New USA Boiler of the south third person's View
We see several weapons being fired across a street in an all out firefight. The two groups fighting are easy to tell apart. One is the militia called the Hard Eighties. These guys are random army grunts or officers that bolted from the government to become a power all their own. As the Hard's fire scooped rifles and Scar rifles they try and hit anyone in sight. The next group who's taking serious losses in this fight is one of Two Faces smaller groups.
Harvey or Two Face has been in on and off fights with not only this militia. But with Penguins and Black Masks boys. Penguins group however suffered a big hit when Harley Quinn and Live Wire teamed with Penguins and Black Masks girls to run for it. The girls were prostitutes, drug mules, or showgirls from their bases. Live Wire with her whole women over men thing has been going all out with helping girls get out of those shitty jobs.
But bosses hated their loss. But they couldn't follow the girls to where they headed off to. A whole jungle combing with the animals and plants that ate or attacked anyone that came into their territory. Some thought and knew that it was Poison Ivy the killer plants. But no one could put a finger on why animals were helping too. As the shots keep ringing off a few of the Two Face guys try to break as several armored cars come into the line of fire. The armored vans side doors slid open to have several guys spring out. Each holding RPG's aimed for the Hard's.
Firing all at once the rockets shatter the Hard's positions. Several of the Hard's try to fight back with grenades. But with the rocket support Two Face's guys managed to chase off the Hard's. Firing at the guys even as they run the Face's won todays fight. One of Two Face's masked thugs came out from a van. The mask has one half white and smooth face while the other half has is black and dirty looking.
The Mask looks around to nod "Ok take whatever drugs and money they left. The boss is pissed that this assholes are still around. So he's calling us all back for a big job. Rumor has it that he might be making a deal with Vandal Savage to clear out these random punks and giving us back our turf. Not sure what the full deal is but I'm sure things won't be good."
The goons start to collect every thing they can find that isn't damaged. Tossing it all into vans and double-checking the buildings close by before the thugs took their leave. However a red and white armored man stood watching from a rooftop. This white armored figure is Azeral. He's apart of an order from Gotham that wants to cleanse the cities of evil. At first Batman and his crime fighting family was in their path. Batman was stopping them from taking control and killing the wicked. The Order even went against the Courts of Owls. Who are still in hiding after the League of Shadows tried to kill them.
The League wanted to capture the Bat family. Their leaders wanted the Bat family to either train their warriors or be trained. Only Batman was captured during the order and Leagues all out battles to get them Savage sprung a trap. Now Batman an a few members of the Justice League are prisoners on the moon. The rest of the Bat families whereabouts are still unknown. Azeral looks to the two besides him to nod. The swiftly make their way from rooftop to rooftop. Vanishing into the night.
Vandal Savage looks down from his high rise. He took control of all of the upper and mid portion of the east coast of the USA. But Savage isn't curious about the small fires fighting for power. Or the shadow groups trying to control or eliminate people in their way. No Savage is curious of the recent attacks to overseas operations. Just three days ago in the seas near Jordan Egypt he lost priceless artifacts. Along with gallons of liquefied uranium.
From the ships salvage his crews told him that it seemed as thought someone used an odd chain saw to cut through the bottom of the ship. The items onboard were taken but his crew managed to send him a picture of a person cutting two of his gunman in half with an axe. The picture is very blurred but you can see the coat the man is wearing and the fedora on his head. But his face is too distorted to make out.
Savage rubs his chin to look to his watch. Savage "Those idiots may not think much of theses hits on operations overseas. But I can see something different about you. Whoever you are you're making waves that makes you a curiosity. One that I can not ignore." Savage puts the picture and reports away and walks out of his office. But as he walks Savage knows that sooner or later this mysterious hitman will come forward. And when he does it'll shake a few trees too.
Jester; Yeah that's chapter two. So comment, share, and like. Also yeah I"LL HUG YOU ALL LATER!
